I
Know These Colors ~
The
infinite blue green womb that is the ocean when I float with intent
listening
for the crest of the next wave, or two or three
The
ripe, sweet smell of fresh garlic and olive oil
at the
point of both turning golden in the fry pan
The
glory of ginger red skies painted by the Virgin Mary
at the
fringe of small, isolated towns and villages
The silver
voltage of influence charging inside of me,
every
breath and heartbeat attempting to honor their grace
The salty
relish of carnival canine kisses, offered without agenda
prejudice,
or production
The nervous
warmth generated when people hold hands unexpectedly;
a guest
at dinner invoking prayer, my Father as he lay dying in his blue pajamas
The
always invitation of the salt rimmed Margarita glass
broadcasting
the inevitable green plunge, straws not preferred
The quirky
dance of palms in Punta Barco, moving, singing
calling
us to join them and celebrate the blue music wind
The
child within me that interrupts the expected adult trajectory
The
child that is certain at some point she was a red, yellow fish
The
foundation cast in my heart by dear friendships
Unbeatable,
unbreakable, nourished by every purple passing day.
